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I went for a walk this morning, with a couple hundred other men, women and children (and) shot some pictures along the way — a few of fellow team members, and a couple of “electronic notes” to remind me of things, such as the sign stuck on a man’s back that said, “In honor of Alivia Koontz.” Who is Alivia Koontz, I wondered. Read more at >> For Alivia, thanks Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I’ve often heard the phrase, “We’re off like a herd of turtles.” The idea, I guess, is that we’re not going to be in a big hurry — another version of my mother’s special sarcasm, as in we’re about to be late for church and we kids are just coming downstairs to the car and Mom says, “ Can you kids move any slower.” But I’d never actually seen a herd of turtles — until one day on Hatteras, one of the barrier islands protecting the coast of North Carolina. Read more at >> Herd of turtles Thursday, August 26, 2010 For the weeks leading up to the trip, I would tell people I was going to Hatteras. When I got there, I wasn’t even near it. The islands don't look like much on a map, and in many places, they’re not — barely wider than the two-lane road known as Route 12. But it’s a long piece of pavement from one end to the other. Read more at >> Hatteras: more than a line on a map Tuesday, August 24, 2010
We stopped at the entrance to the beach, a couple miles south of Salvo on Highway 12, where the sign says four-wheel drive recommended, lower tire pressure to 20 pounds or less. Pull the shift into 4W-Lo and head out for the Jeep’s first time on a beach. What's that got to do with one of the most important promises I could have made? Read more at >> Promises to a small child
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